Becky Flade

When I was little I thought everyone had stories in their head. I didn't find out that wasn't the case until kindergarten. I remember thinking that was sad; and that I should share the ones I had. I asked my teacher for help. I had her cut, fold and staple the paper into a suspiciously book-like shape. Then I drew the cover art and illustrated the interior pages. Finally, and most importantly, I dictated the text. And violà ... a writer was born. It took thirty years for me to get from that first attempt to being a published author. I think the road thus far has added some depth and experience to my writing. At the very least I learned I shouldn't ever do my own illustrations. A city girl, born and bred, I tend to place my stories in and around southeast Pennsylvania, or at least have a character or two from the area. Home is where the heart is and I make mine with my very own knight in slightly tarnished armor, three beautiful daughters, a son-in-law and a grandson who arrived on my 36th birthday. When I'm not busy living my own happily ever after, I'm writing about someone else's.